 How high is the sky? |
 Taking a rest... |
 Point of view... |
 In the yellow old town... |
 The surrealistic brightness of Massena Square |
 Different geometries... |
 The "slim" house |
 Living monument... |
 Noblesse oblige... |
 Sainte-Réparate Cathedral has not change since my former visits... |
 If you wish to eat in the shade, then take a table by the Cathedral wall... |
 Here is it! I think we have found a good place for lunch. |
 Who knows? Trusting granny's cooking is always a good idea... |
 This little restaurant calls itself " Out of Fashion" Maybe it could be a good idea to visit it. |
 This restaurant in a little secluded small square could be appealing, but it's more suitable for a supper... |
 This little place has an easy-going charm, but we are not in the mood for pizza! |
 It's time to start looking for a restaurant....Maybe "Patin Couffin" ? |
 The direction to take is not relevant when one has decided to get merrily lost in a colourful maze… |
 Oh, let me do, Sir...Rotten fish oil is perfect for car surface... |
 Do you want me to clean your windshield with a little fish juice, Sir? |
 Never park your car in the fish market square... |
 We need to look up to find a scrap of blue sky... |
 Far from the Madding Crowd... |
 Group tourists don't climb upstairs, visitors do... |
 The outmoded art of creating headwear... |
 In the maze of the old town... |
 The amazing house for very slim people is still at its place... |
 A touch of bright class... |
 Urban greenery: a little bit of forest in the heart of old town… |
 The alleys of the old towns have the colours of mustard and oranges |
 The Three Devils are still at their place to feed clients... |
 Sometimes someone comes back from another time to the same place.... |
 The last postcard of this series... |
 The pride of a street lamp |
 A blue touch... |
 These little houses have a name:"Les Ponchettes" |
 A sidewalk restaurant where I went with two perfect strangers and their dog... |
 Living in the lap of poverty can make occasionally slip everywhere... |
 Living in the lap of luxury, can make occasionaly slip into kitsch... |
 Bonjour, Madame! |
 Sweet sunset, side by side... |
 Laundry smells good in southern sun |
 Flags and parabolic aerials... |
 But the leading character of the play remains the sea... |
 A cheerful early morning sun paints the old town with warm colours... |
 Walking to the church... |
 No time to knock the red door...the maze of alleys is too appealing. |
 The balcony |
 The cyclist of Quai Rauba Capeu... |
 A bit of surrealism and a couple in love.... |
 The man who painted palm trees... |
 Number 5... |
 Little Red Riding Hood and the Sea.... |
 The house which can smell the see, when the wind blows. |
 An ancient village on the hills... |
 Looking for the sky... |
 The writer and his dog |
 They call it "The Angels Bay" |
 Once upon a time... |
 Only the road sweeper and me |
 Old houses grow tall, when ancient alleys are too narrow... |
 The waiting room of Paradise...a bench in the spring sun |
 He went to buy his morning newspaper when all was still closed... |
 Street lamps are still switched on, but the sun is coming... |
 Are roses happy to be sold in a street market early in the morning ? |
 Aria of opera blown from Italy on the wind... |
 The wane of "Belle Époque" is at sunset |
 Sometimes the wind ruffles palm trees perfect hair style... |
 If I were very romantic, I'd see a heart of stone inside it... |
 Privileged observation point |
 Nearly perfect archetype of mediterranean window... |
 Going up to the castle hill, where there is not any castle... |
 Unpretentious stories of common life, told with a singing accent and a splash of sudden bright colours... |
 What did Catherine really do in 1543, hearing the sullend sound of gunshots from the sea? |
 The sun, with his long soft fingers, arrives everywhere... |
 The southern colours are intense and suddenly hide themselves in mysterious shadows... |
 Daily life flows like a quiet river seen from a balcony... |
 A building suitable for slim people only.... |
 The reassuring and evocative charm of little clichés smells good too… |
 "Hand sewn leather" |
 Shutters are like eyelids of smiling houses |
 Stroll over at random into the colours of orange trees... |
 Public Night Shelter |
 A maze of alleys of mellow oranges colours |
 "The Three Devils" |
 From arch to arch, out of the market... |
 The market guardian |
 The first morning client came by bicycle... |
 I don't care for jeweller's shop windows... |
 Sumptuous flavours |
 What does a cyclist in the early morning in a corner of a desert public park ? |
 Like a wave at dawn... |
 Here comes the sun.... |
 And at the end the night arrived with her dark velvet gown, covered with little diamonds of light. |
Sainte-Réparate Cathedral
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